One Lucky White Boi–CHapter 6–Reconciliation

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One Lucky White Boi–CHapter 6–ReconciliationOne Lucky White Boi—Chapter 6—Reconciliation It had been three months now since mom made me leave the house.I understood I guess—she was afraid that Dustin and me would get into it and one of us would end up k I l l I n g the other. But—I was tired of spending the money on the motel when I had a house paid for across town.Caleb was coming along nicely—he had his game down, and had packed on just enough muscle to look good—not so scrawny now. I had pushed him a bit to ‘stay on top’–not sell out his ass so much. If he played bottom boi too much—then the tricks wouldn’t believe he was str8, thus diminishing the fantasy.“Let’s pack up”“Huh”?“Pack it up—we’re going back to my house”“Ummm—what about me”?“Your coming with me dawg—I’m not going to leave ya stranded”.“What if it causes some shit”?“Ill just deal with it”“With your fist”?“If need be—but I’ll try hard not to”.Caleb and me loaded up the Camaro with what we could get in it.I told Jason we would be back later for the rest of the stuff. I called Dustin and told him to meet us at the diner.He was still kinda agitated, but said ok.We get to the diner around 7:00. Mom is there still working—got to hire some more waitresses. Dustin is slouching in the last booth, sweaty and nasty, sucking on a Yahoo. Guess he just finished up a yard. Mom brings out some ice tea and asks what we wanted. “So what’s up Matthew—I really want to get home and clean up”.Mom brings out the food and I ask her to sit with us for a bit. “You know—I don’t know what your problem is Dustin—but I ain’t staying out at that motel any longer. I’m moving back in tonight—and I’ll need the jeep” “I’m not sure I want that yet” Dustin kinda mumbles, not sure of himself maybe.“It’s not a matter of what you want—it’s my fuckin house—and if you don’t like it, then you can move out”.“Bois I can’t take this—now work it out—and if you start swinging in this diner—then I’m just going to call the Chief and have you both locked up until you do”.“You going to treat me like a man—and let me do my own shit—without your approval, or permission”?“If I have failed to do that in your eyes, then I’m sorry Dustin”.“How can you even say that Matthew? You still treat me like a little fuckin k I d. My big bro All Star fuckin hero—and his lil bro right there in his shadow—24/7”.Caleb looks over at Dustin, and softly mutters “what”?Dustin, getting a bit agitated again goes on with “What ?? you said what? SO my big bro jock hasn’t told you all his tales”? “Guess not dude—he’s just a dude to me—I aint seen nothin in the way of braggin, if that’s what you mean–‘cept maybe that big ass monster of his” :)“Jeez” Dustin goes on.“All star ¼ back—in fact—the winning-est HS ¼ back in Texas history.Four straight state championships—never been done.Scored the final win with a walking touchdown. 6-0Two golden glove boxing championships.Three black belts.Fifteen uşak escort ribbons from motocross and skateboarding.Thirty seven trophies.Key to the city.Four TV commercials.A medal of fuckin freedom—from the King of Zambunda. And a partridge in a fuckin pear tree. “Wait—what “??? Mom was refilling our tea. “Medal ?? King ??Dustin was talking loud enough now that a few others in the diner turned their heads. “What’s he talking about honey”?“Ya Matt— medal”? Asked Caleb, now suddenly interested. “Ahhh jeez Matthew–”I’m sorry—it just slipped—I swear”.I took a sip of my tea, mom is still standing there. The diner has gotten quite now, and just like the old days, all eyes are on Matthew Dillon. “It’s a long story—we can do it tomorrow night—I’ll spill all the beans”. “Ya know Dustin—sounds to me like you the one always braggin about ur big bro—I ain’t never heard him talk about any of that shit. Still sounds like hero worship to me”. Dustin glares over at Caleb, and just responds “Just shut the fuck up dude—so Matthew—I guess you plan to bring him with you”? “Yep”“Fine then”.“Fine”“Well fine” “Jeez you two are in love”“Could we just go, and get this shit done”?“Fine”!“Fine” !I hand Dustin the keys to the Camaro and say that Caleb and me would take the jeep back to the motel for the rest of the stuff. We get back to the house, and Dustin is just coming out of the shower, with just a towel wrapped around him. Caleb pauses a minute just staring at him. “Thought you was straight dude”? I tease him with the question. “I may not be sure now dawg” Caleb still leaving his mouth open. Dustin retires to his room, and Caleb and me head for the basement. I hop in the shower for a quickie—mostly for the streams of the hot water.I grab a pr of gym shorts from the drawer, and plop down in one of the bean bags.Tossing each of us a beer and turning on the TV, it was several minutes before Caleb said anything. “What”?“Hum”?Grinning, I continue–”What are you looking at dawg”?“Can’t decide”“Decide what”?“Do I want to suck that big waggin dick—hanging from one stud of a cowboy?OR—do I want to suck down on Tyler’s hometown hero ?OR—do I want to suck the biggest dick at Tyler High ?OR—do I want to get down on a real Prince ?Or—“Oh just shut the fuck up dude—and get over here and suck who’sever dick you want”. Caleb jumps up, and lands on his knees right at my feet. Reaching up and yanking my gym shorts down, the monster pops up at full attention. Moving up and grabbing me by my butt, he swallows down on my now swelling meat, and proceeds to work it up. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together. Grabbing him by each side of his head, I go right into a deep throating of his skull. He had become quite good at sucking cock—specially for a ‘str8’ boi. With quite a grip from his lips, he continues up and down on my thick veiny 11” of meat. He felt really great, escort uşak and was greatly improving on the tongue action. Lapping up the juice from my piss slit, he looked up and winked at me. Oh fuck that turned me on !I stand up, him still holding on to me, and in just a few steps, slam him down on the bed—this time, on his back. Pushing his legs back to where his feet are behind his ears, I dive into his ripe musky hole. Almost hairless, I lap up his funk like a puppy. For several minutes I probe his hole, while he moans and groans, and finally, I’m ready to stick it to him.Reaching in the nite stand drawer, and fishing out the lube, I squirt a generous stream onto his hole, and crack. Fisting my engorged meat, and aiming my big purple mushroom head at his tite little pink hole, I slide it in, one inch at a time.It was driving him nuts 🙂 Slowly I pick up the pace, and grabbing him now by his ankles, I move up to on top of him. Basically, curled up into a knot now, there was no escape. With an evil grin, I rear back, and before he could get out ‘oh fuck’, I slam his punk little hole. Caleb lets out a banshee yell, which only pumped me up more, and I rear back and deliver the second slam. Deciding that was enough, I charge into high gear, and proceeded to fuck him as hard and fast as I could. For about 15 more minutes I attack Caleb’s tite lil hole like a mad man. The sweat starts pouring from my pits, and down my back. I could feel my face burning, and gritting my teeth—I unload. Blast after blast I fire my missile juice deep into his guts, Filling him so complete it begins to leak back out, down his ass crack onto my sheets. Crying out in ecstasy, or pain, lol, wasn’t sure which—Caleb unloads his own quite impressive load, saturating his chest and abs—and never even touched his dick. I jump off, and rolling over on my back, still heaving, collapse. In my humble opinion that was one of the best fuckings I had delivered in some time :)After a few moments I jump up and retrieve a towel from the bathroom. Walking back towards the bed, I notice Dustin sitting there—third step from the top, like he used to do when he was little. “Dustin” was all I said, as I tossed the towel over to Caleb. “Permission to enter” ? I couldn’t help but grin—just like way back when we first initiated him into the Diamond Dawgs. “Permission granted”Caleb is now sitting up on the bed, watching us intently. “It was a girl, Matthew”“HUH”?“That night—I came in late, I was just out with a girl—movie and dinner—that’s all”.“Fuck Dustin—why didn’t you just say so”?“Cause Matthew—like I said—I want to be my own man—not ur fuckin lil bro. I don’t want to have to ask your permission, or get ur approval everytime I walk out the door. I want my own shit to do—not just what you want me to do”.“Aight lil bro—no problem with any of that—you just never brought it up”!“So—what about ur loaded up ass then uşak escort bayan “?“Your jizz Matthew—from that morning—I was still holding it in for later”.We all just sat in silence for a few minutes, without speaking. I reach for the fridge, and another beer. Popping the top, and taking the first swig–“Ok—again, all you had to do was say so”.“No I didn’t Matthew—you still ain’t getting it !! You were interrogating me—you didn’t deserve to know shit”!!“Aight—aight–I get it—I’ll do better”!Dustin opens the nite stand drawer, and fishes out a joint. He lights it up and sucks down nearly half in one long pull, and not offering to pass it on, we just sit there and wait. “Ok lil bro—what else”?“If whore boi there is gonna stay here—then he gets my room. That’s MY fuckin bed”!!Caleb, now resting up on his haunches, reaches around and sticks his finger in his ass, then pulls it out– well coated with my fresh load. Sticking it into his mouth, he seductively sucks it clean, and grinning, says “Ya– jealous, lil bro”?Before I could even stand, Dustin, in a single bound, is on top of him. Grabbing him by the throat, he delivers three slamming punches to Caleb’s face, busting his mouth—resulting in his slinging b l o o d all over my sheets. Caleb and me manage to get Dustin under control, and slinging him back into one of the bean bags, I shout back at him “That’s enough Dustin—no more of that shit”! “I’m sorry Matthew” offers Caleb. “It was uncalled for—I deserved that—I’m sorry Dustin”. Dustin continues “fine”.“That’s my bed Matthew—I done give up my ass for you more than everybody else you ever fucked—combined ! If fuckhead here is gonna stay here, then he stays in my room—that’s MY FUCKIN BED”!!!!“Aight—aight dawg—whatever you want! SO what else”?“Equal pay”“What”?“The business Matthew—I work just as fuckin hard as you do—and you only pay me half what you pay urself—I want equal pay”.“ok—fine”.“And I’m tired of these 12-15 hour days—it’s wearin me out Matthew—and I ain’t but 25 years old. I want to hire a crew—maybe three—and I’m the crew chief—I run the show”. “OK lil bro—you got it—one condition”“What”?“You make Caleb the first hire—start him tomorrow”“I don’t like him—but fine. You hear that punk—ur ass belongs to ME now”!I couldn’t help but grin, and just wave off Caleb, indicating to not react. Caleb responds quietly with “yes sir—boss”.Dustin replies with “Fuck ya—I likes that shit. Now—get ur punk ass back on MY bed, and pull those feet back behind ur ears—just like a minute ago”.Caleb flashes a look over to me. I just stand up and head for the bathroom to take a piss, grinning. “You heard him, recruit”Well, needless to say, Dustin tore his shit up good. Damm—I think he made him cry out louder than even I had done, lol. After, Dustin ‘helped’ Caleb to get his ‘shit’ out of his room, lol. Finally we all crash out, and laying there in, uhhh, HIS bed, lol, I whisper into my lil bro’s ear, “So—did you get everything you wanted, lil bro”?“One more thing Matthew—in the morning—when you wake up—you better tear my shit up—and make me scream too. Cause I been a bad, bad boi”.Little fuck—power from below.

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